| There a candy-colored '51 rollin' around
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| Creepin' down the avenues of North Pole town
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| Round up all the fellas, tell 'em come over quick
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| Because the driver looks a little like that Old Saint Nick
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| Slidin' 'round the corner like a vision in red
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| Looks like he traded in the slip on that rickety sled
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| Santa’s got a mean machine
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| Santa’s got a mean machine
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| It’s the lowest, leanest sleigh that you ever seen
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| Well Santa went and chopped him up a mean machine
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| Bells on the bumper and candy cane spokes
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| Whistlin' pipes that rumble and croak
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| Nosed, decked, and paneled with a five-inch chop
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| He’s got the peppermint switches make him jump and hop
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| Red bucket seats, Santa, go go go
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| The wide whites keep him rollin' low and slow
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| Santa’s got a mean machine
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| Santa’s got a mean machine
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| It’s the lowest, leanest sleigh that you ever seen
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| Well Santa went and chopped him up a mean machine
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| Here it comes cruisin' down Santa Claus Lane
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| A shifter knob for Johnny and a club coat for Jane
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| Droppin' toys in the driveway so you better be good
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| He’s got reindeer power hiding under the hood
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| Hopping down the boulevard and makin' the scene
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| 'Cause he’s the craziest Kringle that you ever seen
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| Santa’s got a mean machine
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| Santa’s got a mean machine
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| It’s the leanest, cleanest sled that you ever seen
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| Well Santa went and hopped him up a mean machine
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| It’s a bad dad
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| Lean mean
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| Killer diller
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| Thriller filler
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| Low and slow
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| Rock 'n roll
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| Hoppin' choppin'
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| Mean machine |